At this moment, even with a thousand fears, Zheng Ruqian could only grit his teeth and nod, "Yes."
Jiang Sheng nodded seriously and thought it over carefully.
After a short while, she took out twenty copper coins from her bosom and stuffed them into Zheng Ruqian's hand, saying, "Second Brother, I support you."
A thousand words are not as good as a single word of support.
Tears welled up in Zheng Ruqian's eyes. He clutched the warm twenty copper coins and told himself that he must make money, he must work hard, and he must not become a good-for-nothing.
Over the next few days, everyone quietly went about their own business.
Fang Heng practiced martial arts shirtless, Wen Zhiyun looked at medical books, Xu Mo picked up a pen to copy books, and Zheng Ruqian was the only one who put in a lot of effort to collect mushrooms.
Jiang Sheng, a local bigwig in half of Shilipu Village, was lured by Zheng Ruqian with the promise of "half the profits" and was taken to collect goods from each household.
The first family to visit was Aunt Zhang's family.
As the only woman in the entire Shilipu Village who showed kindness to Jiang Sheng, Jiang Sheng always respected and loved Aunt Zhang from the bottom of her heart. In her heart, Aunt Zhang was her mother.
In front of the Zhang family's house.
Jiang Sheng stood on tiptoe, hooking the door latch, but still couldn't knock.
A commotion came from the courtyard; it was the woman's sobbing and crying, accompanied by several shouts of cursing, "Zhou Zhiqiang, you're a beast! Let me go! Let me go!"
Jiang Sheng was stunned. She quickly pounded on the door and called out loudly, "Auntie, Aunt Zhang."
The sounds in the courtyard vanished instantly.
Not long after, the Zhang family's wooden door opened, and Aunt Zhang stood awkwardly at the door, pulling a steamed bun from her bosom. "Are you hungry, little Jiang Sheng?"
Jiang Sheng shook her head, as if to say that she wasn't hungry.
But Aunt Zhang still forced the cornbread into her hands and said urgently, "Go back quickly, child, it's cold, hurry up."
"Auntie, are you alright?" Jiang Sheng asked blankly, instinctively feeling that her aunt was not doing well.
Aunt Zhang didn't answer; instead, she locked the door behind her.
Fortunately, there were no more sobs or cries coming from inside; instead, the man cursed and complained a couple of times.
"You fed that little bastard again! What right do you have to give my things to others? You slut... you're just..."
The rest of the conversation turned into silence.
It wasn't because the people inside stopped talking, but because a pair of hands appeared on Jiang Sheng's ears.
"Don't listen to that." Zheng Ruqian leaned closer and whispered, "Jiang Sheng, we don't want to hear this."
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